Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: 243-My Mate Loves To Cheat On Me

Clementine:

It seemed like his pack alpha, his father, was really strict about the rules.

"We are here to collect Ian Hunt," I told the warrior at the door.

There were many of them, and I could see several pack members roaming around, so it was clear he came with a lot of people.

They stared at my face and then looked at each other again.

"Did you not hear us? You are not allowed in here. Go back," the warrior continued, arms folded across his chest.

"Hey, don’t speak to her like that. She’s being nice enough to let you know. These are the orders that we take Ian Hunt with us," Haiden stepped up, joined by Yorick and Troy, who also looked upset with the way he was speaking to me.

"And you heard us too. He came here on vacation, and he will leave once the vacation is over," the warrior stated.

They were tall and bulky men, obviously not taller than my mates, but their presence was dark.

The way they were all tanned and muscular, it seemed like they were ready to attack whoever disobeyed them.

"Now what do we do?" Troy asked me.

"We cannot just start a war here. It’s not our problem," I stated, eyeing them to step back and not argue with the warriors anymore.

They had weapons on them, and the way one of them had his hand on his pistol, I could tell he was not afraid to use it.

I walked to the car and knocked on the window of the lurker, maybe a little too aggressively. He rolled it down and stared at me.

This was the first time I was at that level with a lurker, and I noticed his eyes. This one, in particular, stood out.

There was a small mole under his left eye, and his eyes were gray with a sparkle of blue. He looked odd.

"Why are you just sitting here? Do you not see they’re not letting us in?" I complained, hands on my waist.

The lurker kept staring at me. From his physique, I could tell he wasn’t old, but his face was covered, so I couldn’t be sure.

"The warriors aren’t letting us in to fetch Ian. Can you please do something about it?" I changed my tone to a milder one, stepping away from the door as he got out.

I wondered if he had fallen asleep or something. He finally walked to the main gate.

I watched him talk to them for a while, but not directly, he was using his phone to type something. That was the oddest thing ever.

After a while, he returned, pointing toward the gate, asking us to go and speak with the warriors again.

I reached the door and saw the guards smiling, probably because the lurker couldn’t even speak.

"Only one of you can go inside," the warrior spoke up.

"Fine, I’ll go," Yorick said, but as he stepped forward, the warrior showed him his palm.

I could tell they had already informed someone inside that we were there to fetch Ian.

Not a single person had a reason to be bitter toward me, yet they were all hostile. I didn’t like his pack members at all.

As I walked upstairs, I noticed that all the pack members had gone back to their rooms, probably waiting for me to leave.

I kept taking the stairs, and once I finally reached the floor where Ian’s room was, I took a deep breath. I was going to see him and complain about his pack members.

As I got closer to room 121, I started to feel awkward and uneasy. Something told me there was something very strange going on inside.

I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I took another deep breath and reached for it. The minute I did, I realized why I was feeling so anxious.

The voices coming from inside were the reason. They weren’t just regular noises of people talking. There were loud moans and grunts, the kind someone lets out when being pleasured.

I clenched my jaw and, instead of retreating, slowly opened the door and stepped into the large suite.

There was a big lounge, and beyond it, a bedroom. The noises were so loud they carried through the half-open bedroom door.

But the traces of what was happening were already traumatizing. I could tell what I was about to witness.

There were women’s shoes and clothes scattered everywhere, along with men’s clothes.

I quickly reached the bedroom door and stopped there, staring at the horrifying scene.

On the bed was a girl, completely unclothed, her legs spread, and between them was none other than Ian Hunt. His eyes, his face, his hair, his entire focus, even his body, were all on that girl at that moment.